Garrett, already low to the ground, is knocked all the way down from the force of the blow. Laying face down on the ground, he hits the pavement with his fist. He rolls over and pops up to his feet, swaggering slightly as he does so. He still smiles at Roger sarcastically, even as he licks a drop of blood from his lip. Garrett begins to circle Roger, eying him shrewdly, looking for an opening.

"Your move, buddy," Garrett says, grinning more widely. He feigns in a few times, making it look like he's going to attack, but he continues to lie in wait, holding out for his impatient opponent to make the first move.

Garrett turns his head away as Roger kicks the puddle, disgusted by the man's cowardly diversion. When he looks back over, it's too late to avoid the baton hit. Lifting his left arm quickly, he absorbs the brunt of the hit to his shoulder. He grunts in pain, but before the baton has even made full contact, he brings his other arm around, driving his fist straight for Roger's gut.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he says suggestively, before winking and going in for another hit. He leads with a high right jab, and follows up with a low left punch to the ribs, hoping to land both.

The blow lands, and hard. Garrett is thrown back by the force of the hit, and blood begins to flow freely from his nose. He slowly crawls away and makes his way slowly to his feet. He looks around at Roger, and spits some blood from his mouth.

Garrett lets the baton hit his thigh, though it does little damage. As Roger grabs his shirt, Garrett reaches down and tries to grab Roger's shirt around his right shoulder with his left arm, while grasping towards the collar of Roger's shirt with his right. He smirks. Roger played into his territory now.

Roger knew what was coming, he slipped his right foot behind Garrett's left. Roger allowed the rope of the baton to slip around his wrist as he released i from his grip and attempted to seize Garrett's arm. If he managed to do so he'd twist his body in an attempt to throw Garrett.

Garrett pulls back with his right arm, raising it high above his head, as he shakes Roger with his left, not allowing him to get a good grip on him. With a grin at the struggling man below him, Garrett brings his arm rocketing down, straight for Roger's jaw.